Date: Thu, 15 Feb 2007 10:34:40 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: JO'S BOYS - 17
WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. If this sort of
thing offends you then what the hell are you doing reading Nifty/Gay. Also
note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are
FICTIONAL. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular area of
the planet to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow minors
access but you knew that anyway.
These are stories of youth and boys and once again they are FICTIONAL.
Another point: I like to write on behalf of the boys but you must realise
if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is me
coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank... that's them.
Finally: Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to
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JO'S BOYS
17 - Peter and Willy
by
G. Cutter
Well, we'd got over the Winter and Spring was in the air or so they
said. It was still a bit chilly at nights but in spite of some high winds
there was a lot of sun about. Typical England I suppose, you could sit in
the sun provided you found a sheltered spot and anchored yourself to the
ground. Anyway, enough of that.
Me, myself, moi. I'm Peter Clark, I'm fourteen and at school which is
pretty obvious, I'm in the local Scout Troop and I'm drop dead gorgeous,
the girls flock around me like I'm God's gift and the boys are as jealous
as hell. Well, that's all a bit of a pork pie as we say around here and
here is St John's Wood which is in North London and also contains a certain
cricket ground if you're into that sort of thing.
Now for a bit of honesty. I am indeed fourteen, fair haired and topping
upto around five feet seven in Old English, I don't know what that is in
metric as the thing my dad keeps on the kitchen door frame is in feet and
inches. I even know my height when I was ten which is a bit of trivia you
really want to know. To get on with it. Fair haired, reasonably well built
although not a muscle man but also not a wimp, average is the word that
springs to mind. No girlfriends and only a few boy mates from the Scouts,
I'm a bit of a loner but I get on well with other kids and my lack of mates
is probably because my school is miles away from where I live. I am an only
child and believe it or not get on extremely well with my parents who are
pretty young birthing me when they were barely out of their teens
themselves. They must have been sex mad but they never consolidated with a
second child but that's down to them. Perhaps the cost of me was enough or
maybe I was a split in the condom, who knows.
This is the first time I've tried my hand at story writing and I'm being
guided by two mates from the Scouts, Anthony and Lorenzo. They're brothers
and more of them later.
And now it starts: Thursday night sitting down to dinner or supper, call it
what you will. Cast: mum, dad and myself and here we go.
'I've got a bit of a surprise for you, Peter.' That was mum and I pricked
my ears up, Peter was my official title so it was an official communication
from the Bosslady, dad kept eating but did give me a reassuring smile.
'Really,' I replied in my posh schooly voice.
'Really,' she looked at me and smiled. 'You know Willy Frost the young lad
down the street.'
'The half a raghead or half a sooty? Dark kid.'
'Don't start that racism bit,' she scowled and I knew I'd upset her. Dad
called her a pinko liberal when he got around to talking and privately I
agreed with him but she did tend to win arguments, pretty much a typical
woman. 'He's just dark because his mother and father are dark and Paul and
Elizabeth are as English as you or I.'
There, that had told me.
'Yeah, I know him,' I took another mouthful of food.
'Well, we're babysitting him for a bit.'
'Mmmmm.'
'Paul and Elizabeth are going on a Company thing for a fortnight and
unfortunately it's an adults only affair, they're going to Toronto.'
'What's at Toronto?' I asked wondering where all this was leading. I knew
the boy and he was quite nice as far as little boys go, quite sweet if kept
at a distance.
'Eskimos,' my Dad laughed.
'We're looking after little Willy for a fortnight and I expect your
assistance and co-operation, he'll be sleeping in with you.' That all came
out at a rush as if she wanted to get the news up front before I could say
anything. My dad clearly knew all about it as he kept his peace and just
continued stuffing his face.
'What?' I heard my own voice lift to a squeak.
'Young William is staying with us and will be rooming with you,' my mum
explained. 'No arguments, it's all fixed.'
'He'd only a kid,' I protested.
'And you're Mr Man About Town,' my dad said mockingly.
'Yeah but he's a little kid, he's only about eight or something.'
'He's ten years old, in fact, he's nearly eleven,' my mother spoke
patiently. 'You can look after him over the holiday, you can take him up
the Scouts and your pocket money will be doubled up for this small effort.'
She sat back in her chair and gazed at me. 'They can't put him in kennels
can they?'
'Hasn't he got any relatives aunts and uncles?'
'Way up in Scotland and they're pretty old with no kids of their own,' mum
was on top of that one.
'Where's he going to sleep?'
'Paul's bringing a little camp bed over,' dad got back in the act. 'If
that's no good he can get in with you, that bed of yours is too big anyway,
that came from Gran's.'
I loved being reminded of my bed's heritage. They always said it came from
grannie's not that it actually was gran's, mind you it had a new mattress
which was something, I didn't have to sleep on the thing dear old lady had
popped her clogs on.
'Anyway, Paul will be around tonight with the bed and maybe William as
well, they're trying to avoid the tearful farewells.'
'Great.'
'You'll cope,' my dad said. 'You could use a mate anyway, it'll save you
lurking about that room of yours all holiday.'
He was probably right, I did need a mate but not a ten year old, the kid
was still at Primary School for God's sake. I'd have to lock all my stuff
away, especially the porny mags I'd got from Lorenzo at the Scouts. Yeah,
he was a bit of a weirdo but as I said, I'd get around to him a bit later
on.
'All sorted then?' Mum looked at me and I shrugged, what could I say. I had
a brat to look after for a couple of weeks, I suppose I could always walk
him up Hampstead Heath and lose him. Maybe sell him to Lorenzo he seemed to
like little boys, at least he always had a flock of the little buggers
following him around. Yeah, I know, a bit of a snidey remark there but
sometimes I did wonder about skinny Loren, I may have mentioned he was a
bit of a weirdo.
Paul Frost rolled up with the camp bed in a big sack and my dad and he
spent an amusing half an hour assembling the thing in my bedrom which at
least gave Paul stacks of time to cast his eyeballs around and have a bit
of a chat to both my dad and myself.
'Willy won't cause you any problems, he's a very undemanding boy,' he spoke
as he struggled with the bed my dad not being a load of help. 'Very easy to
please,' he grinned at my dad.
'More than some,' my dad commented. He looked at me and winked.
'Well, I've got a music box, a TV and a DVD player up here,' I pointed out.
'Settle Willy down in front of something Disney and he'll stay out of your
hair.'
Something Disney? Now that would be a problem as most of my stuff were
either horrors or slightly out of date music discs. Still, my music as far
as it went was pretty harmless.
'When's he coming over?' I just aimed my remark into air expecting someone
to answer.
'Nine o'clock tomorrow,' Paul looked at my dad for confirmation who
nodded. Great. I had to entertain the brat for the whole day, I'd better
think of something to do., something that involved a ten year old kid. I
suppose if we could struggle through the morning I could take him upto the
Scouts in the afternoon, I knew with being on holiday there was always
someone there messing around. Anyway, it was a walk and we could have a
ramble around the park either coming or going. The evening would look after
itself, the poor mite would probably be tuckered and a bit down at mouth
with his parents away. Even if I was getting a bonus on the pocket money
front I expected my own parents to help me out and suggest something.
Paul eventually departed and after that I settled down for my nightly
routine of listening to some music with the earphones on and after that
some late television as there was a horror on that I'd missed last time
around. I also thought on having my own personal lodger and to be quite
honest I wasn't all that fussed. I had talked to Willy in passing, the sort
of nod and a 'Hi' I meant. He was a quite a sturdy boy by which I mean he
was always kicking things around and hurtling around on a mountain bike so
he wasn't a mummy's boy as far as I could recall. He was quite nice as I've
said and that was worrying me quite a bit, I actually thought a boy was
nice, now that was odd. Of course the other thing that came to mind was the
fact that I'd have to be a bit cautious with the traditional boyhood hobby
of wanking. I could drop the catch on the door and have a good one most
evenings but that would be difficult with ten year old in the room.
If he was eleven or twelve we could have worked a deal and that thought
made me even more excited. Jeez, I was actually visualising little Willy
naked, now what the Hell is all that about. To cap it all off I'd sprung a
stiffy. I needed to lay down and think or more urgently I needed to lay
down and give myself a good hand job.
I trundled downstairs and grabbed a can of Seven Up from the firdge and
then popped into wish my parents a good night. I was put on a promise to be
down for breakfast at eight promptly as our guest would be arriving around
nine. After promising faithfully to be at the kitchen table, spit and
polished in a manner of speaking I made my getaway and went back to my
room. My parents had this deal that they would never come in my room when I
was there without a good knock on the door first so I felt pretty safe. I
knew mum came in now and then to clean up but she was more into ordering me
to do it but I reckon she had a sniff around when I was at school. Well, I
would have if I had a son so there you go.
I had my wank before sleep and it was a good one, that was one where it
actually goes up your chest. This one got upto my jaw and I even got some
on my lips and it tasted fine so now you know. The disturbing thing was
that my fantasies of late had been increasingly concentrated on boys and in
particular one; young Lorenzo from the Scouts. This night a vision of
little Willy in bed with me had intruded and I was doing things to him and
he was doing the same things back. Kissing and sucking, things you don't
normally associate with clean living boys... the Loren thing I'd had for
some time and I put that down to the fact that he pranced around like a big
(or little) tart.
Yeah, I was in trouble there, I did fancy Lorry as the little ones called
him and to make matters worse I thought his brother Anthony who was older
was rather dishy as well, I must be turning gay. I didn't think about it
too much it all sorts itself out in the wash and we learn at school that
boys of my age do find other boys attractive now and then and when they hit
fifteen or sixteen go for girls. I found the whole sex thing a bit of a
strain, what you did and didn't do, being stuck into a box or slid in a
slot I suppose, all a bit boring. Why couldn't people just get on with
their lives and stop telling other people what to do.
I wiped myself off and sprayed some air freshener around, I never realised
that you could smell cum until I started doing big cums and they stunk the
place out. I opened the window slightly before I turned in anyway. I didn't
want Mum to have anything to sniff tomorrow other than my football socks
which had gone on walkabout as they do.
I was up bright and early on the Friday and fed and ready for the arrival
of Willy at nine, it was a bit like expecting a visit by Prince William or
Harry the way my Mum was farting around. Promptly at nine the front door
bell sounded and minutes later the boy himself came in trailed by his
mother. Introductions all round, last minutes hints on what he liked and
what he didn't and his mother bade a tearful farewell and she was on her
way. William Frost was in our care or more specifcally, in my care. I had a
brand new kid brother to love and to cherish for a couple of
weeks... aaargh. Right!
'Why don't you take Willy upstairs and settle him in,' my mother suggested
as soon as Mrs Frost had departed.
'Right... come on Willy,' I grabbed one of his bags and he took the
other. Once in my room he stood inside the door shyly but eyeballing
everything. 'You can't like being called Willy all the time,' I said in a
flash of inspiration.
'Not really,' he grinned. 'I prefer Will.'
'Just like the Prince?'
'Yeah but not as posh,' he laughed and looked at the campbed by the
window. 'Is that mine?'
'Yeah but if it's too uncomfortable you can hop in with me.' There you go,
I'd actually said it. I'd got it in whilst the going was good. 'Wanna watch
a bit of TV and go out after lunch, I was thinking of going over the
common.'
'Whatever,' he walked over and inspected his bed. 'My bike's around the
side of the house, it's parked against yours.'
'Excellent, I smiled trying to put him at his ease. 'We have wheels. Do you
know the local Scouts.'
'Didn't know we had any.'
'Up the road about a mile, I'll take you up there and show you around.'
'I don't have to join do I?' He looked worried.
'No,' I laughed. 'You're my guest, you'll like 'em, a good bunch of kids.'
'Whatever,' he shrugged. Stock kiddy reply there.
We spent the next three hours just messing around, played a bit of music,
watched a bit of television and I showed him where the bathroom was and
where to stow his gear. You know all pretty routine and I must admit I
studied him all the while and curiously enough although he wasn't what
you'd call a pretty boy I fancied him more and more, that was in a purely
platonic way you understand. He was obvioulsy shorter than myself but big
for a ten year old or other ten year olds I knew at the Scouts. He was
vaguely Asiatic which is hard to explain, he just put me in mind of what
Genghiz Khan might have looked like, probably his slightly slanty eyes. I
know that sounds stupid as his parents were just average Anglos if a bit
dark skinned, Roman or Celtic origin if I remembered the lessons we had at
school. I know the expression Mongol and the facial features go with
someone who is slow or backwards but this certainly didn't describe Will,
he was as bright as a button. Bit mouthy for a ten year old but I forgave
him that... of course I did.
I suppose reading back on that it would have been easier if I'd said that
he looked slightly Slavic. There you go, he looked a bit like a baby
fuckin' Russian.
After lunch we messed around on the common ground to the rear of our house
which led up onto Hampstead Heath but we didn't go that far. We just
stooged around and sat around nattering, ice breaking I supposed you'd call
it. I thought he was surprisingly wordly wise for his age and don't forget
that's from a fourteen year old point of view. He slung a stick for someone
else's dog that had tacked onto our company. 'Looks like we've got
ourselves a dog.'
'Not if my mum sees it,' I laughed.
'I know the feeling... pity though. My mum hates animals.'
'Sad.'
He nodded agreement, a fellow deprived animal lover, something else we had
in common. In the end the dog found his owner or maybe it was the other way
around and we walked slowly home. My mum did a cooked meal around seven for
dad arriving home from work so we didn't need to be late for that and of
course I wanted a bath which I normally had quite early. I don't know how
Will worked his routine but you could bet your sweet arse I'd be lurking
for any flashes going around. Damn right I would.
It came around nine when we were pigging out on one of the horrors he
wasn't allowed to watch at home. He'd managed to get into what appeared to
be track suit bottoms but were, as he explained, sleepers. The thing was it
was reasonably warm in my room and he had an open shirt on which game me
the ocassional glimpse of his smooth chest and tummy and the odd flash of
his little titties, to my horror I was getting hard, at least it was a lazy
lob, you know, filled out but not sticky out.
'This is neary finished innit?'
'Just about my little man.'
'I'd better have a bath,' he looked at me as if asking permission.
'Sure help yourself, no one else will want to get in. I have a shower in
the bath, I use the squirty thing, it's quicker. Better still just shout
downstairs or even better go down and say good night and tell them you're
using the bathroom then they'll know to keep clear.'
'OK, I'll do that,' he put his hand up and peered through his fingers, the
gory climax was getting into it's swing. Jeez, he was so sweet. I felt my
dick give a twings. 'What time do I have to go to bed?'
'When I do. The deal is you have to get up when I do. If your puny body
can't stand the pace you can always cop a nap in the afternoon.'
'Har, har,' he flashed me a grin before returning to the television.
At last it was over and grabbing his towel he scuttled downstairs. I was
clearly going to be denied a strip show which miffed me a bit but with a
fortnight to look forward to I had to get lucky sooner or later. Anyway,
both my parents would be at work next week so I'd have him to myself all
day long. How's about that?
It had gone ten and I toyed with the idea of sticking another horror on but
settled for Judge Dredd hoping he hadn't seen it. At least Sylvester
S. wouldn't give my parents the hot shudders if they looked in but me
feeding little Willy a diet of Friday the Thirteenths wouldn't go down so
well.
'What's this?' he appeared in the door. Jeez, that boy took the quickest
bath in history, I peered at him suspiciously, his hair wasn't even wet.
'Sylvester Stallone in Judge Dredd.'
'Brill,' he crowed and rubbed his dry hair with his wet towel, that's a
trick I'd have to use. 'Can we stay up and watch it?'
'Might be better if you lay in bed and watch it.'
'I can't see from down there,' he moaned. 'I'd have to hang out of bed.'
'Well lay on mine... or in it, I don't care.' How's about that for an
extremely subtle ploy, was I a bloody genius or what?
'Whey hey,' he crowed and leapt onto my bed and promptly burrowed under the
bedding, he'd gone for the in rather than the on, better and better. I
didn't push my luck however. I sat on the floor propped up against the bed
just under him as we watched the film unfold. About halfway through my
father knocked and popped his head around the door, he took in the muppet
in my bed, the empty cot, me sitting on the floor and the television and
just grinned at us both.
'Not too late lads and no noise... OK?'
'OK,' I answered and he bade us both a goodnight and was gone.
'I gotta pee,' I lobbed the remote onto the bed and left the room. I was
rather pleased that my dad hadn't commented on Willy in my bed but then
again there was no rule against it and it was silly to put him into a small
camp bed that looked on the verge of collapse. My mum captured me in the
passageway by the bathroom but just reminded me to make sure and be up for
breakfast with Willy 'if we insisted on watching DVDs all night', that was
followed by a swift kiss and that was it. I was on my own, a kinda first
solo flight with a young boy. My head was beginning to hurt thinking about
how to make a move on Willy without coming across as a raving poofta.
By the time I got back Willy was still watching Judge Dredd but had rescued
a bag of sweets from somewhere the crafty little sod but it was an
excuse. After turning the light off and leaving the place lit only by the
bedside light and the screen I stood by my side of the bed and kicked off
my slippers and then sat to remove my socks concious of his eyes boring
holes in my back. Now for the hard bit; I stood pretending to watch the TV
and peeled my t-shirt off and dropped my jeans. Standing for a moment in my
baggy old boxers I quickly flung the bedding back and slid in. 'Gissa
sweety then.'
'Dontcha wear jimjams?' His voice had suddenly got thicker and he offered
his bag of sweets. 'Take a few.'
'Cheers, Willy boi.' I made myself comfortable and dug into his bag before
he realised his mistake and pulled them back.
'Greedy sod,' he giggled and looked at me. 'Have I got to sleep in that
thing,' he nodded towards his 'official bed' or can I stay in here?'
'Stay in with me,' I looked at him and grinned. 'It's cold enough for a bed
warmer.'
'Great,' he snuggled down under the bedding just peeping out enough to
watch the goggle box. 'This is great. I'm really gonna like it here.'
'Excellent,' I felt myself glow like big girl. I would like to think his
satisfaction was regarding being in bed with me but I wasn't that daft. He
probably liked being in bed watching action films and pigging out on sweets
in the middle of the night.
Directly after the film ended I turned it off and we settled down for the
night. We slept well apart and in spite of a churning brain I dropped off
into a fitful sleep being awakened a short while later by Willy wriggling
around in the bed. I pretended to be asleep keeping the deep and regular
breathing going. I don't know what the hell he was doing but he quietly
slipped from bed and then almost immediately he was back in. More wriggling
around and I felt him move closer. I kept up my sleepy possum act although
my brain was ticking away like clockwork... what the hell was he upto. A
squinty peep at my bedside clock told me it was just a little bit past
one. I got bold and rolled over with a mumble putting myself more into the
centre of the bed, he froze as I settled down into my deep breathing
again. The unfortunate thing was that as this little pantomime went on I
was getting harder, I could feel my erection pressing uncomfortably inside
my boxers, the bloody thing was bent, I had to straighten it.
Another fumble and movement and I finished up with my back to him, we'd see
what he made of that, at least my dick was not bent now, it was stretched
in a straight line and getting really hard. Of course, to make matters
worse I'd missed out of my daily or twice daily wank.
As I lay there with all my senses tuned in I felt him make another move and
then the first contact.
'You awake?' He whispered and I actually felt his warm breath on my back. I
didn't know what to do so being a coward I kept silent. He made his move, I
felt his smooth chest contact my back and his bare legs against mine,
lovely. His skin was like warm satin against me and I felt his lips
actually brush across my shoulder but what I did feel was hardness against
my bum through my boxers. It was then I realised his little pecker was
stiff and he'd dumped his pyjamas... he was naked. On second thoughts he
may have had underwear on but without physically feeling him I'd never find
out.
'You awake, Pete?' I pressed back a little pretending not to and kept the
heavy breathing going and he made his final move. He snuggled in tight and
this time I definitely felt the pressure of his little boy's love muscle
against my bottom. The little shit was just as hard as I was.
'Yeah,' I rolled over and put my arms around him... I'd completely lost it
and this was the end of the road.
Much to my surprise he just giggled and I savoured his toffee flavoured
breath on my face. 'This is cosy,' he pressed against me and this time his
stiffy which was underwear encased thank God or maybe not pressed against
my rampant erection and he gasped. 'Wow.' He pressed against me even harder
and spoke again. 'Bloody 'ell.'
'Shhhh... got to sleep,' I whispered and getting a bit bolder drifted my
hands down his smooth back to cup his tight little buns in my hand. Yeah,
he did have briefs on but no matter, I could feel the bubble like orbs of
boyflesh in my hands and promptly started to ooze precum. I'd only ever
done that once before and that was whilst working myself up for a wank,
never thinking about what to do with a boy's little bottom and you don't
get any points for deducing what lines I was thinking along. I was thinking
of sex, sex with a ten year old boy, I must be effing mad. I haven't really
commented on my personal sexual equipment yet but I knew from the school
showers I was above average and from measurements it was near the standard
six inches which wasn't bad for a fourteen year old. Anyway, taking that
complicated bit into account, if I did what I was thinking about I'd hurt
him, I'd split him even do him damage inside and I couldn't bear the
thought of that.
All my wild thoughts and fancies were banished from my mind as I felt his
warm hands outline it in my boxers and gently squeeze it and sigh. 'Can I
feel it?'
'You are,' I grinned in the dark flexing my tummy muscles making it twitch.
'Properly?' He chuckled and without allowing me to answer I felt one busy
hand snake into the front of my boxers and grasp my hot flesh 'Gawd, that's
huge.' He didn't let go however, he continued to massage and mould my firm
flesh and I felt it get so hard I thought I was going to pop.
'Stop, Will,' I begged him. 'Please go to sleep.'
'Scared of cuming?' He sniggered knowingly. Jesus, this kid was ahead of me
all the way. Not to be outdone I took one hand from his warm bottom and
felt between us, his own stiffy wasn't huge and I hadn't expected it to be
but it was fully extended and a nice little handful. I could feel from the
way the skin moved that he was uncircumcised as I was and I loved it, it
was the very first time that I'd ever felt another boy's penis. I'd broken
a record, well, two, it was also anyone had felt mine in the flesh. OK, so
the old sporty grab through the football shorts but never in the
flesh. 'Feel it properly,' he hissed.
'Cost you one of those sweets you hid away.'
'Bollocks,' I felt him push the front of his briefs down and then to my
shock he briefly kissed me right on the lips. 'A kiss instead,' he giggled.
My face must have been beet red in the dark and my ears were burning but I
felt his chunky little hardon gently moving the loose skin up and down and
softly pinching it over his fully filled out glans. It was slippery for
God's sake, this innocent little virgin had it in him, I mean 'it', I ran
my finger over his little knob and it was slippery.
'Stop it, stop,' he giggled. 'It's ticklish... let's sleep naked.' He
whispered as if the place was bugged and knowing my Mum it probably was.
'I dunno...'
'Come on, come on, Cowardy Custard,' he whispered urgently. 'I can get to
you better then,' he spoke quite innocently as if it was the most normal
thing in the world, playing with someones penis that is.
'OK,' I gave up as he knew I would. The thought of laying in bed and
cuddling him naked was such a turnon it wasn't true. I was in love, I just
wanted his warm body in my arms and lots more, of course, I wasn't to clear
what the lots more was but I wanted it.
We moved around a bit and our two sets of underwear finished up under the
pillows and then my short spell in paradise began, he rolled onto me and
started to run his hands over my body as if he was making love, I returned
the favour drifting my hands over his smooth skin paying particular
attention to his absolutely exquisite little tight bottom. It was tight
flesh one minute and then soft and he made vague humping motions against my
belly with his little stiffy, come to think of it, it wasn't that little,
just right for his age, about three inches of hard flesh and he was
shagging my belly, the problem with this was that his warm body was wanking
my hardon, I was going to spurt at any minute. I could feel the heat and my
balls were as tight as a pair of marbles.
'Stop, stop,' I moaned and pushed him off me. This kid was so far ahead of
me that he was the one actually making the moves, I was just following his
lead, I was the one being seduced by a bloody Lolita.
'Aw, Petey,' he whined. 'That was fun.'
'Yeah, I know,' I groaned. 'But we gotta stop.'
'Why, didn't you like it?'
'Yeah... but.'
'But... you're gonna cum,' he giggled. 'Can I do it for you?'
'Do what?' I was lost. What the hell was he talking about.
'Can I make you cum?' He was back alongside me gently rubbing his stiff
noodle against the side of my leg, I felt his little slippert tongue
flicker at my ear. Jesus... I was so hard.
'We can't mess the bed up,' I surrendered. He'd made me an offer I couldn't
refuse. Right or wrong how the hell could I turn it down. He clearly wasn't
a newcomer to this sort of thing or maybe he was, I was past the point of
caring.
'We won't,' he moved the bedding down exposing me to just under my balls
and then to my horror turned the beside light on. His smiling face looked
at me and he placed his hand in the centre of my chest. 'That is so big,'
he gazed at me. 'If I do you you gotta do me,' he looked serious for a
moment and then smiled. 'Please.'
'OK,' I croaked. Sod it, we were going to break every law in the book why
not go the whole hog. I didn't reckon in spite of his precum that he could
do a proper one, I didn't mind playing around with him if that kept him
happy.
'Right,' He moved in and gave me another grin, another mouthful of teeth
like a baby crocodile. He grasped me firmly with one hand and took a few
tentative squeezes and started to move his hand up and down. 'Orrite?'
'Faster,' I groaned.
He beamed delightedly and moved his hand faster holding my hardness
tighter, his face took on a look of extreme concentration as his hand went
even faster.
'I'm cuming,' I wailed as I felt the heat gathered in my groin shoot up
accompanied by a blast of thick white come that actually hit my jaw, I even
got a splat on my nose. That didn't stop him, with a look of manic glee he
pumped away as a second and third streamer shot up my belly and then
giggled as the residue oozed from my slit over his knuckles. 'Stop...' I
gasped and put my hand over his and the spunky mess bringing his
performance to an end.
'That was fantastic... totally wicked,' he grinned moving up a little and
studying the white streaks on my chest. 'So much of it,' his face came near
to mine and I thought for one heady moment that he was going to kiss me but
his tongue flickered out and he took a quick lap at my chin removing a
globule of my slimy semen. 'Oh shit,' he span around burying his head in
the pillow with his smooth back to me. I was in shock, he'd actually licked
my spunk off my face. I pulled my small towel I kept under the pillow
especially for this purpose and wiped my face, chest and finally my still
oozing but softening cock. That was my best cum ever, no doubt about it and
I was drained.
'What's up,' I moved in behind him and cuddled his now chilly body and took
a bit of secret pleasure in my soft penis pressing against his tight little
bottom.
'That was disgusting, I shouldn't have done that. Betcha think I'm sick.' I
think he was nearly crying and I didn't know how to comfort him but it came
to me in a flash.
'No I don't,' I coaxed him over onto his back, his noodle had deflated
maybe with the sudden shock of doing something he felt was well out of
order but I was about to cheer him up or at least I hoped I was. He had a
sweet dicky, as I'd supected it was only about two inches in it's soft
state and his foreskin was neatly hooded over it's tip but all that was
about to change.
'You sure?' He looked at me and the poor little sod had tears in his eyes.
'Yeah. You're alright, Will,' I reassured him with a smile. 'Now I'll show
you something really sick.' Taking my life in my hands and with a great
deal of courage I kissed him fully on the lips until I felt him return and
then lapped down his narrow chest to his cute little navel. He sighed with
satisfaction and prodded his hips up, he knew what I was going to do and he
wasn't hooting and hollering so far.
I held his hardening boycock upright with one finger and sank my mouth over
the tasty little morsel feeling the heat and the hardness in my mouth. A
couple of sucks and the thing was back to rigid again and I could taste the
flavour that was unique. He had 'it' in him, at his age he wasn't the
biggest cum machine in the world but I wouldn't hold that against him. I
shlurped away at his little cock and reaching between his legs jiggled his
little nuts in their smooth sac and he started to pump up into my
mouth. His hands rested atop my head and he ruffled my hair making little
sighs and moans. If one of my parents came in right now they'd be highly
delighted.
In the end I crouched between his legs and reaching under his body clasped
a firm buttock in each hand and sucked as if he was a giant ice lolly to be
rewarded finally by a squeak and a jerking in my mouth. I don't know if he
cum or not but I could taste it although naturally enough there was no
squirt. He flopped in my hands and I took a final feel of his sweet bum and
cuddled him in tight. One last move and that was to pull the bedding over
us and turn off the light.
'I didn't think it was sick... I thought it was great,' his lips were on my
cheek and as I turned his lips met mine. This time we shared a proper kiss,
no modesty, no self conciousness... just a perfectly normal fourteen year
old boy on ten year old kiss. Normal? Yeah... why not.
I was up bright and early the next morning, in fact, I was up before my
parents and found out on that first day that Will was not a morning
person. At first I was upset thinking that he'd got cold feet about the
nightime performance and perhaps he was feeling ashamed or even disgusted
with what had happened. As we progressed and he got his Wheaties and
boiled eggs down he brightened up and started to give me secretive little
smirks and came to life. My mother actually smiled, I think she'd thought
that we'd had an overnight fight of something along those lines but as the
days passed we learnt that he was like a midget bear with a sore head every
morning... it was just his way.
The day wasn't very pleasant, in fact, it was drizzling so we decided to
clean up my room which raised the parental eyebrows more than somewhat and
go up the Scouts after lunch. Just to make sure I phoned up Anthony who was
the Troop Leader and asked if the place would be open. He informed me that
Lorenzo and his little clique would be up there sorting the place out and
generally playing silly buggers, his words not mine. I explained about
having Will to mind and his age and Anthony quite cheerfully declared him
an honoury member for the duration and assured me that he'd tell Loren to
be on his best behaviour.
Well, I was a Patrol Leader as was Lorenzo but I was senior so I suppose in
the pecking order I outranked him but we weren't that militaristic about
things. Lorenzo or Loren was alright I suppose it's just that he pratted
around like a big girl and I was bloody sure he was at it with a mate of
his who turned up now and then. This mate was called Florian and I think he
was maybe a tad younger than Loren and he was a dish. When I had my funny
spells I used to imagine Florian and Loren doing things together and I
think I'd sort of thought myself into a romance. You know you can talk your
way into things, well, I thought my way into things. My imagination was a
curse, I suppose I'd drop myself in the shit something rotten one of these
days making an assumption that was totally wrong but there you go.
'Scouts after lunch,' I announced to all and sundry.
'Will Willy be alright?' My mother asked.
'Yeah, he's an honoury member... all fixed.'
'Great,' Will beamed and made funny jerks with his head. I think that
indicated that he wanted to go upstairs, perhaps he was keen to give the
room a clean up... not.
I made him give mum and myself a hand cleaning up after breakfast just as a
bit of training and we were off, mum was going to the stores which meant
she'd pop into a neighbour's place for a natter and a cuppa and then would
probably be missing until around eleven or twelve. Dad was at work, we had
the place to ourselves for the morning.
'How often do you get hard? How often do you have a wank?' He flopped onto
my bed and grinned up at me.
'Why don't you shout? The whole street can hear then,' I remarked as dryly
as I could. A bit of the suave Pierre there.
'Tell me, tell me,' he laughed as I gave him the finger. 'Come
on... confess my son, 'fess up.'
'Every time I see your tight little arse,' I crouched over him and risked a
kiss. I didn't know how he'd react but he just grinned and kissed me back
but his hand settled onto the back of my neck and we held it for a little
while.
''Do you fancy me?' He asked in a husky voice and there was the
problem. What did I say now?
'Yeah,' I croaked. What else could I say. I know he was only ten years old
for God's sake but the way he'd gone about things last night he was the
seducer and I was the victim.
'Good,' he smirked. 'You can stop nicking my sweets then.' He rolled over
onto his belly and looked back at me with that smile of his. 'Like it?'
Jesus, he was so bold. I laughed and bending over sank my teeth into one
jean clad buttock, one mouthful of blue jean and springy flesh.
'Gerroff, Gerroff,' he yelled at the top of his voice and my mother shouted
up the stairs telling me to leave him along. God knows what she thought we
were doing but I made a hurried withdrawal mouthing something obscene. He
rolled onto his back and gazed up at me. 'I like you Pete, you're wicked.'
I think that was a compliment by the way.
'How much?' I outlined my half hardon in my trousers and he looked at the
morning lump and gave a little grin.
'A lot,' he grinned even more as we heard the front door slam, he shuffled
back on the bed Kicking his trainers off. 'Come on then.' He patted the
bed.
I climbed up and made to lie down alongside him but he maneuvered me so
that I was kneeling astride his chest, he then proceeded to caress and
massage my semi erection which soon grew to the full fledged job and he
continued to smile and wriggle down until his face was more or less level
with my groin. I didn't really believe he was going to do anything, I quite
expected him to wriggle free and do a runner with a teasing laugh. The
thing a ten year old would do, a bit of a wind up but he didn't. He fiddled
with my waistband as I knelt there in an agony of suspense and then after
unclipping the top of my cargoes tugged the zip down and spread the
material exposing my boxers. As he tugged at the thin cotton my erection
now at full stretch was perfectly visible and I felt his warm hands grasp
me again. 'That is so big,' he husked and looked up at me. 'If I do you,
you gotta do me.' It sounded the sort of thing a kid would say but then
again, he was a kid.
He gently extracted my hot cock into the air and then grasped it in the
flesh squeezing and moving the loose skin up and down as he had last night
but he was on a roll. He tugged my stiffness until the awkwardness and the
stretching made me bend lower and my groin dipped to his face. I couldn't
belive he was going to do it but his tongue poked out and he took a slow
swipe across my bulging glans. I nearly fainted with the sensation of his
hot wetness on the end of my cock and automatically prodded
forward. Another quick smile as I looked down at him and he took my bulging
glans into his mouth. Once it was in I froze, would he, wouldn't he? He
would. He began to suck me raising his head to take in as much as he could
as I gently pumped into his mouth. It must have strained his neck as he
flopped back a few moments later.
'Lie down,' he croaked with his lips glistening with spittle. 'Come on,' he
patteed the bed alongside impatiently. 'I'm gonna make you cum.'
As they say in all the good Mafia movies, that was an offer I couldn't
refuse. As soon as I was on my back he was on me, his busy tongue played
around with my tightening scrotum and he lapped around the base of my cock
working his way up and then he proceeded to tongue my knob and finally he
raised himself and sank his hot little mouth over my jutting
erection. Whilst this was going on I tore at his tight jeans exposing his
privates and played with his warm flesh. His juvenile spike was fully hard
and I peeled his hoody clear to admire his gleaming cherry red glans. I
grabbed him and moved him around so that he was reversed. I only said two
words and he got it straight away.
'Fuck down.'
As he prodded his narrow hips down and his stiff little dicky slipped in
and out of my mouth I shucked his jeans down baring his middle and pigged
out on stroking his smooth thighs and cute bum as it slowly moved. He for
his part kept on slurping awy at my aching cock but I was desperately
trying not to cum, I wanted this to go on forever. I think he must have
felt the same as we broke after a while and lay head to head trading
slippery kisses and playing with each others slick noodles, I finally had
another dream come true, at one stage I allowed his flickering tongue into
my mouth and that was the start of something else. The battle of the
tongues, each trying to outdo each other until he began to move down me
again. This time he was going for the jackpot.
Another thing. A cracker this one. In the second sixty niner as I knew this
sort of thing was called I actually managed to slip my fingers between his
smooth cheeks and prod at his little hole. He moaned and wriggled back on
me and I thought of licking my finger and trying to go further but my own
passion was on me. With a warning cry and a groan I squirted and spurted
upwards into his gobbling mouth until the stuff dripped from his lips and
he lay his head on my belly in a puddle of cum gasping like a stranded
whale. 'That was so dirty...' he sighed and redoubled his efforts fucking
into my mouth as I rolled him onto his side. It was then he did his little
jerking routine and this time I was sure he made with a little squirt. I
could definitely taste his sweet cum, whether he'd dribbled or actually
squirted I'll never know but the taste of his boy juice was
unmistakeable. Sated and drained we finally went head to head again and
cuddled watching the grey morning through the misted windows.
'That was great,' I kissed him lightly on the cheek. You are beautiful,' I
turned to face him as he also turned inwards. He smiled back at me and I
saw the gleam of my spunk on his lips, he even had some smeared on his jaw
and I lapped across his smoothness.
'Dirty boy,' he grinned and looked at me seriously for a moment. 'I thought
you were going to stick your finger in me just now.' His face reddened and
his eyes dropped.
'Sorry.'
'I'm not,' his voice was muffled as his hand lay on my chest. 'I wanted you
to, I wanted to feel you inside me.'
Gawd... what was he saying? What was he suggesting? I know I'd said he was
ahead of me in many ways and that he was a little Lolita but how far did he
want to go. Did he want to go the whole way. He couldn't... he was only ten
for God's sake. As an older boy and presumably smarter I was supposed to
discourage him, we'd come too far to fast already.
'You fancy me don't you,' he looked up and he was still serious. 'I know
you do.'
'Yeah,' I croaked. So much for the moral high ground. I was lost, I didn't
stand a chance, I was even getting hard again thinking about his sweet
bottom. 'We'd better get cleaned up,' I decided the conversation was
getting a bit too near the mark, just a little bit too heavy.
'Good, I fancy you too,' he grinned, his good humour seemed to have been
restored. 'My mate Jimmy's been shagged you know,' he cuddled up, so much
for getting cleaned up. 'He's only ten and his brother does him.'
'Really?' I squeaked. This conversation was going slightly adrift.
'Yeah, does him about three times a week, Jimmy says.'
'Whatever turns you one,' I said lamely not quite knowing what to say.
'His brother's fourteen as well,' Willy made his point triumphantly with a
big grin. 'So it's OK.'
'What's OK?' I asked dumbly.
'You doing me,' he expained patiently and started toying with my swollen
but still soft cock. 'It's ready for seconds,' he giggled.
It was but in spite of his moans and sulks I got him from the bed and we
got dressed again. I know he got the hump but there's a time and a place
for everything. Another thing was, I had a lot to think about and let's
face it, even at fourteen you can't wank all day long, you had to recharge
as it were. You had to rest sometime. I was saved from any more sudden
attacks or romantic interludes which sounds better by the sound of Mum
coming in. I looked at the clock and it was nearly midday, time certainly
does fly when you're having fun.
'Roll on tonight,' he said cheerfully as we started to tidy up the room.
'Yeah.' Well, I had to agree with that one.
Mum made us lunch and we ate with the minumum of chat, Mum seemed relieved
that Willy or Will as he preferred and myself had hit it off. I suppose it
took a lot of strainof her shoulders and the old man's for that matter. She
knew as well as I that if he managed to fit in with my Scout mates she
could kiss him goodbye for the next two weeks, the last holiday I'd spent
more time at the Scouts than at home. Mind you I hadn't had Will with me,
we might be spending more time at home this holiday especially once she
went back to work. Laying in bed with Will seemed a good way to spend a
couple of weeks although I suppose even that could get boring once we'd
done what I think we both had in mind but perhaps I was making assumptions
and that's never a good thing to do.
Anyway, after lunch we bundled up in lightweight wet gear and cycled up the
road to the Scouts HQ which was still called the Scout Hut for some obscure
reason. It covered quite an area and it was a bungalow type building more
like a sports pavilion than anything else. One half was rigged out as a
makeshift gymn and muster hall the other was split into small store rooms
and sort of what they called 'dens' for various purposes. The kids I was
expecting to be up there would just be generally messing around unless the
Scout Master had given them any specific task. I knew he wouldn't be there
and it was doubtful if Anthony or the other Troop Leader would be
there. Lorenzo and his little gang of cronies would be and maybe even some
of the Girl Guides although they tended to keep themselves to themselves.
It was a bit of a letdown when we got there and dumped our bikes. There
were only about six kids there maybe the low turnout was due to the drizzle
but the place was warm enough inside, Loren had obviously turned on the
heating which would go down well. He was the first one I saw, he and a kid
called Sean Brady were buggering around on the climbing ropes and there was
a gaggle in one of the 'dens'. God knows what they were upto, maybe just
nattering or planning a bank robbery knowing the kids we had in our Troop.
'Hey, hey,' Loren called from the top of his rope and came down hand over
hand. Sean stayed up and was making like a monkey. It must have been my
recent little adventures with Will but the first thing I noticed was what a
fine little arse Sean had as he swung in the air. The second thing I
noticed was the look Loren flashed at me which unless I was mistaken was
sheer jealousy. Now there was something to think about.
Now, I wasn't the greatest friends with Loren as he was my opposition being
one of the other Patrol Leaders, the Patrols were like little gangs always
in competition although the new socialist and liberal Scouts played down
the competitive aspect of things. I inroduced Will and I could see with my
newly polished eyeballs that Loren took an immediate liking to my
houseguest and Sean, well, I think Sean fell in love. He was down that rope
like a flash and the next thing I knew he was giving the full rope climbing
course to young Will who had copped a fit of the giggles at the attention
he was getting.
'No, no,' Sean grinned at the semi hysterical Will. 'Clamp your feet so,'
he demonstrated on an adjoining rope, pull yourself up with your hands and
slide your feet up and then go again.'
I know rope climbing is easy but so is riding a bike and swimming... once
you learn how. Will was a quick learner and was soon up and down and Sean
started to show him tricks. I must admit I was getting a dose of the Green
Eyed Goddess until Loren suggested I helped him out with a small job he had
been lumbered with.
'You OK, Will? I'm gonna help Loren for quarter of an hour.'
'Yeah, sure he laughed swinging around like a maniac, I just hoped he
didn't fall off although there were mats rigged and I'm quite sure Sean
would volunteer to give him the kiss of life if needs be.
'We'll brew up some cocoa in ten minutes,' Sean announced. 'For us and the
others.'
'OK,' Loren replied and nodded for me to follow.
'Ant got me listing all this junk,' he led down to the far end of the gymn
section where there was a long room which I knew was filled with all sorts
of this and that, everything from billy cans to tatty tents past their sell
by date. A roomfull of crap in a nutshell.
I went in with Loren and he turned on the light as the room was windowless,
I immediately thought what a good place for nooky it would be but that was
the brand new evil mind at work. Come to think of it (in evil mind mode);
Loren was quite nice in a soppy kind of way, I wondered if he and his mate
Florian were at 'it' they were very close.
Loren just flopped out on some old tents and looked up at me.
'He's nice.'
'Who?' I asked acting the dimwit. I knew perfectly well who he was talking
about.
'Your Willy boy,' he grinned. 'Sean's taken a fancy, you'd better watch
your boy.'
'He knows what he's doing,' I propped myself up against a table and looked
down at Loren. Of course, the first thing I noticed was his bulky
groin. The skinny slag had a semi stiffy on taking about my Will. 'Will's
not a kid at least not in the mind,' I hastily amended.
'That's good,' Loren boldly fumbled at his groin sorting himself out.
'You sharing a room?'
'A bed as well,' I grinned.
'Lucky sod,' Loren scowled. 'I like Will, he seems quite nice.'
'He is.'
'Swop you with Sean,' Loren gave me a sly look and then giggled as I stood
there with my mouth open in shock. 'Only joking.'
'No you weren't,' I mumbled and then flushed as I felt myself
hardening. Jesus, of all times. Loren makes a couple of over the top
remarks and I pop a stalk.
Loren just lay there and then flopped back stretching himself out languidly
like a big cat. 'I like you, Peter,' he looked up at me and I had a bit of
that deja vu they go on about, this was like myself and Will.
'How much?' I said almost on autopilot.
'About this much,' Loren clambered to his feet and held his hands apart
like a boastful fisherman, their distance was around six inches.
'You're very outspoken, Lorry.' I knew the younger kids called him Lorry.
'Snap the catch on the door.'
'OK,' my voice broke a little but as I turned to lock the door I felt him
move up behind me and his arms around my waist, his hands dropped to my
crotch and settled on my budding erection and I felt his hardon push up
against my buns.
'We could be better friends,' Loren whispered.
'We could be,' I put my hands over his and moved them up and down a little
and pushed my bum back into his middle and he gave a little chuckle. I felt
him run my zip down and one hand snake inside my flys grasping my
heat. 'Loren... 'I gasped.
'Come and lie down,' Loren shuffled me back and we both collapsed on the
pile of tents. I didn't do anything at all, he did the lot. He opened up my
trousers and fished out my aching cock and had his mouth around it in a
minute flat. He was so speedy I was shell shocked. A kid I barely passed
the time of day with before was down sucking my cock and by his slurping
clearly enjoying it. Will looked like being a key to opening all sorts of
doors, I suppose Sean Brady would be hopping on me next. 'You like this?'
Loren gobbled.
'Very much,' I ruffled his scruffy hair and fondled his lump but it was
only half hard.
'Sean's just done it,' he explained. Jesus, that boy was so bold. I just
grinned and held onto his head, this wasn't going to take too long.
'You've got a beautiful big cock,' Loren looked up my belly with a
grin. 'Bigger than Ant's.'
Lordy, Lordy, there was no end to it? He was talking about his brother for
God's sake. 'It's all yours,' I guided his head back down and he was off
again. He was better than Will but I dare say he had a lot mor
experiece. His tongue tickled my knob and he took me right in, I could feel
my glans slipping right into the back of his throat as his head bobbed up
and down.
I looked down and could see my fully hard cock slick with his saliva
gliding in and out of his mouth, he grinned upwards and started to toy with
my tight scrotum and that just about did it.
'Aaah,' my belly spasmed and I felt muy cock explode spurting long
streamers of my cum down his throat and at the last spurt over his lips and
chin.
'Jeeeeesus,' he gasped and licked my white slime from his lips and stood
with a big grin on his face just as there was a knock on the door.
'Shit,' I hurriedly stuffed my still hard penis back into my trousers and
Loren wiped his face.
'Come on. Open up.' It was Sean and I heard a giggle, he had the Rugrat
with him, Will was in close company.
'Come out, girls,' Sean rattled the doorknob as Loren unlocked. it. 'What's
it locked for?' Sean stood there the picture of innocence which was
slightly spoilt by Will standing slightly to his rear holding a tray of
steaming mugs. Will's dark face was split with a huge grin... the little
bastard has us sussed out.
'It was stuck,' Loren gave Sean a sour look.
'Of course it was,' Sean looked at Will as the boy walked in with the
cocoa. 'What's that smell,' Will?'
'Dunno,' Will took a couple of deep sniffs like a doormouse and burst out
laughing. he knew alright, he smelt our own little bedroom smell, the
yeasty smell of boy spunk.
'Sit down,' Loren sat and I dropped alongside him. Will passed around the
cocoa which was far too sweet but I was keeping my mouth shut. There was an
awkward silence and then everyone started talking at once. The conversation
was loaded with Sean's references to what had ahppened in the locked room
or what he thought might have happened, I noticed that little Will hung on
his every word like a boy who'd found a hero. It was sickening and after
about an hour I made moves to go home. I'd had enough of Sean and I needed
to get my brain sorted out. This little episode had fucked things to put it
bluntly and to make matters worse Will kept flashing me pretty evil looks,
I hoped I hadn't scuppered the evenings entertainment.
'Sean and I are around the Studio on our own Sunday,' Lorenzo said right at
last knockings. 'Maybe you'd like to come over, we could give you a tour.'
'Maybe... I can always give you a ring,' I looked at Will. 'It's down to
Will, I just want him to have a nice ride for the fortnight.'
'Oh, I'm sure you'll give him that,' Sean sniggered and even I
laughed. That kid had a way with words. I fingered the small can in my
pocket that Lorenzo had given me. Soluble Vaseline of all things, he said
it might come in handy and I had a pretty good idea what he was talking
about. Every time I felt the can I visualised Will's little button and what
I planned to do if he regained his good humour. he was smiling although he
didn't have too much to say, then again I suppose he felt a bit out of
place with young teenagers all talking Carry On language, all hints and
innuendo.
Eventually we parted and cycled home in silence. Mum was home and we popped
into say hello before going upto our room to get cleaned up and relax
before our evening meal.
'Look what Sean gave me,' Will produced an indentical can to mine from his
pocket. 'Dunno what it's for, he said it's good for wanking.'
'He what?'
'Calm down,' Will laughed. 'He's a dirty talker that Sean.'
'He must be,' I laughed and produced my can. 'Snap.'
'Whatcha going to use that for?' Will actually managed to look coy which I
thought was what girls were supposed to do.
'Imagine,' I grabbed him and to my relief he came straight into my arms.
'Doesn't bear thinking about,' he sniggered and reaching down felt my
crotch. 'Loren liked it did he?'
'I think so.' I'd decided honesty was the best policy.
'Sean fancies me,' he looked up and frowned. 'You too.'
'Well. Loren fancies you too,' I grinned. 'Bunch of pervos.'
'Ain't we,' he giggled. 'Sean said we could do a foursome if you were
willing.'
'Did he,' I flopped onto the bed taking him with me. 'What else did you and
he fix up?'
'He did most of the chatting.'
'You must have said something,' I looked at him. 'You've been talking too
much.'
'No I haven't,' he pouted and snuggled up. God he was a good little actor,
if I didn't know he was a budding little slut I'd have been taken in but I
knew exactly where he was going. He'd done with the playing around, he'd
done the foreplay as you might say, he was ready for the big time and that
suited me fine. I was ready for the big time as well. Tonight I was going
to lose my virginity and he was going to lose his.
'We're gonna do sex tonight,' I spoke conversationally and felt him as he
pressed against me, he didn't even flinch or twitch, he just lay there and
I heard him giggle.
'You going to have your bath,' he pulled away and looked at me with his
dark eyes. 'I should have given Sean a quicky this afternoon, he was
begging for it in a way.'
'Why didn't you?'
'Dunno,' he laughed. 'Shy.'
'That'll be the day,' I started to strip before going down to the bathroom,
needless to say he sat watching me like a hawk.
'How was Loren, Sean sorta hinted he was a good fuck... well he didn't
really say that but near enough.'
'I don't know, we didn't shag,' I smiled. 'I'm saving that for you.' Well,
I'd finally said it. I glanced at him and he smiled, you know, one of those
Mona Lisa thingies, just the suggestion of a smile.
'Good.'
'Later,' I said peeling off my boxers and standing there letting him have a
good view of his wedding present. I was expecting him to leap over and grab
me but to my disappointment he just gave me a little smirk and nodded
agreement. I had a nice bath washing all my sins away ready for the
night. I was so bloody excited I popped a stiffy and spend a while
drenching it in cold water trying to get it to go down. I could have had a
quick wank but I wanted to give him a good juicing tonight. It was my very
first and I wanted it to be a good one. Of course, if the night went well
and it was fingers crossed on that one we needed to think about Sunday
because reading between the lines both Lorenzo and Sean were well
experienced. They knew what they were doing and I didn't want Will and
myself to be taken advantage of. Whatever Loren and Sean hoped to get out
of Sunday Will and myself expected exactly the same. I grinned thinking
about randy little Willy this evening, his little pecker would hardly
penetrate let alone hurt, the concern was me hurting him and I had to work
on that. he was keen enough and I didn't want to spoil it for him and
myself to be perfectly honest.
We got a surprise at supper. My dad announced he had to drive down to
Portsmouth with some packages for his Company and he invited us along for
the ride. I jumped at it, perfecto as there was a very real danger of
finishing up either shopping with mum or getting lumbered with a cartload
of chores and I didn't want that and neither, I suspect, did Willy boy.
'I was taken down when I was a kid,' Willy came out with. 'Saw all the ship
and things.' When I was a kid? I ask you, he was ten for God's sake but he
was cuddly in bed. I bet many a sailor would give good coin of the realm to
have him in a hammock or even me for that matter.
'Good, I can have some peace and quiet,' my mum remarked so she was happy
as well.
'Loren has invited us both to spend Sunday afternoon up the Scout Hut,' I
lied. 'If we can go up for around midday...'
'Only sandwiches for lunch then, we'll eat properly around seven so you
don't need to be late.'
'OK,' I nodded agreement and looked at Will, he grinned back like a
Cheshire Cat, that was the weekend done and dusted as we Scouts say. By the
time we sat around and had a natter and then gave mum a hand to clear up it
was getting late, Will's bath time and then maybe a bit of music and beddy
byes just like good little boys. If only they knew.
'We'll leave everything until mum and dad have gone to bed,' I told Will as
soon as we were in the room and he was thinking about his bath.
'Aaaw...'
'Better safe than sorry. Anyway, you OK with Sunday?'
'Yeah,' he grinned. 'We can share, swop over and...'
'Do handstands, a wall of death, etc. etc.'
'Well, you know what I mean.'
'Lolita slut.'
'Don't call me nasty names,' he yelled and leapt on me, next thing I knew
we were in a struggling mass on the bed until dad shouted up the stairs and
that brought that little slap and tickle to an end. 'Gonna get you
tonight,' he threatened but then smiled to show he wasn't serious.
'I'm gonna get you tonight,' I held him by the waist and stared into his
eyes unsmiling just to show I was serious.
'Good.' It seemed to be his favourite word. If I told him there was a
tornado and an earthquake on the way he'd probably think it was good. I
gave him a swift kiss which went on a bit.
'Have your bath,' I croaked. Mr Penis was acting up again. This time there
was no false modesty, he stripped naked like a right little temptress and
wiggled first his willy and then his bottom. He had me eating out of his
hand and he damned well knew it.
'Where's my dressing gown?'
'Here,' I held his gown up and waggled it. 'Come and get it.'
'Rat,' he cautiously edged towards me but he wasn't quick
enough. 'Shush...' I bent over him and pressed my lips against his, second
later his wet little tongue was in my mouth and as I cupped his small
scrotum I felt his little willy firm out and stretch to it's full length. I
eased his litle hoody back exposing the dark cheery red glans and moved it
to and fro a little. 'Let me go,' he whispered at the same time he moulded
my own hardness in my cargoes. 'I'll look after that later,' he gave me a
lop sided grin. 'When you look after me.'
'No problems, Kiddo. We both get to do it tonight.'
'Really?' He stood grinning back to Cheshire moggy mode. 'Wicked.' he
yelled and punched the air running from the room trying to put the gown on
at the same time.
'What's wicked and please wear your dressing gown out of your room.' It was
my mum.
'Pete's gonna show me Nightmare on Elm Street later on,' Will lied like a
good schooly does.
'You shouldn't be watching those thing,' my mum laughed. 'But as you're on
holiday and it is Friday night I suppose there's no real harm. Peter can
cuddle you if you have nightmares.' I was waiting with bated breath for
Will to say something on the cuddling front but he wisely kept his mouth
shut and thank you Lordy Lordy for that one.
He was back after another record bath and this time I clocked his hair, it
was bone dry. He did his usual trick and rubbed it vigorously with his damp
towel.
'How come you don't get your hair wet when you have a bath?'
'It's bad for the roots,' he frowned at me. 'Everyone knows that. You'll be
bald by the time you're twenty, Mister.'
'Tosh,' I lay on the bed fully dressed. 'I could never make love to a tyke
with dirty hair.'
'Bet you could,' he laughed confidently and jumped on the bed. 'You're so
hot you could make love to a milk bottle.' He was so bloody right and all
we had to do was to wait an hour or so until my parents went to bed. But
first things first. I got Lorezo's can and examined it, I don't know where
he'd got it from but it was a clear gel that looked nothing like the normal
grey and oily Vaseline, this was much lighter or thinner and was very
smooth on the fingers. I smeared a little on Will's flat belly and he
giggled as I worked it into his navel. 'That feels nice,' he
whispered. 'What about the DVD then.'
'OK.' I didn't really want to get into DVDs but I suppose it was the thing
to do, I didn't want to get into a sweaty romantic struggle (grrrr...) and
have mum or dad walk in on me. There's some saying about revenge being a
dish best served cold which implies it's worth waiting for and I suppose
the same goes for losing your virginity. Mind you I wouldn't want to wait
until I was around fifty... there are limits.
All good things come to those who wait and eventually mum and dad packed it
in for the night. Dad just looked in and reminded us that we were leaving
at nine in the morning and not to waste time, after that we were on our
own. Willy didn't waste any time at all, he must have been just as keen as
I was. First things first, he quicky turned the light off and rucked up the
carpet by the door so that it wouldn't open, whilst he did that I sorted
the bed out spreading two big beach towels on top of the sheet just in
case. You've got to realise I hadn't done this before and I was dreading
any sort of a mess, as the sailors say, I was sailing into uncharted waters
and my stiff cock was leading the way.
Willy stood by the bed looking at me all little Miss Innocent, he hooked
his thumbs into his blue sleepers and lowered the waistband a little
exposing his gently rounded belly right down to his sprinkling of dark
pubic hairs, well, for sprinkling read about twenty.
'Come here,' I whispered and as he moved in I took his warm body into my
arms and then took him back onto the bed. I enjoyed rolling his sleepers
down his smooth legs as he lay there smiling and tugging at my own
trousers. In the end we were naked and went through the kissing stage
getting more and more worked up as we went along. I had my hand towel under
my pillow as usual but this time I also had the can that Lorenzo had given
me and I was ready for action. I uncapped it and took a glop of the stuff
onto my fingers, it was runny but not all over the place, semi-solid I
suppose you'd call it. I kissed down his belly and as I started to suck on
his scrotum he raised one leg which is exactly what I'd been hoping for. I
was in like a flash, two oiled fingers between his hot fleshy mounds and I
felt the yield of his ring as I pressed in smearing and working the stuff
into his crack.
'Jeez, that's cold,' he muttered in a thick voice.
'You'll soon warm up,' I promised him and pressed. One finger slipped
through his little pucker effortlessly and he flinched but just a little.
'Weird,' he giggled as I moved the finger slowly working it right into the
knuckle and then made gentle fucking motions feeling him become slippery
and relaxed as my finger moved in and out. I'd thought about this and in
fact I had a plan. Yeah, I know, all a bit mechanical but I wanted this to
go right and without being flash I knew I had a biggish dick, at least it
was compared to his little hole, he needed relaxing and I mean as in big
time. Once he seemed contented with my finger in and out and me still
sucking his nuts he spoke two words... 'Try two.'
I gently withdrew my finger and applied some more oil, this time I really
stretched him as he gave a moan and tightened up but he was a brave little
soldier, he relaxed as soon as my fingers were seated in his bum and on the
move.
'You alright?' I had my fingers right inside him as far as they would go
and I could feel his hot flesh wrapped around them but getting easier, his
ring was relaxing or being stretched, one or the other.
'Yeah,' he croaked and rolled onto his side. I had to leave off mouthing
his tight little ballsac and took to kissing his sweet cheeks, he just
grabbed the bedding and pushed his bum out onto my fingers. I put some of
the oil onto my hardon, it was so stiff it was aching. I was precuming and
basically the weak semen and the oil made it like a well lubricated fleshy
spike with it's hard inner core. I had to do it soon or I was going to pop
all over his smooth bum.
I nudged him onto his belly stilll with my fingers working away and parted
his legs, clambering between them I parted his flawles mounds and peered at
my target in the dim light. I'm bloody sure it winked at me. It was open
and slowly closed as I freed my fingers, I tried again and it opened up
easily and then closed again.
'Come on,' Will muttered urgently. 'And stop if I tell you.''
'Sure thing,' I promised and slipped my leaking glans between his
cheeks. He tensed up but relaxed as I forged ahead until the slippery mass
was lightly pressing against his virgin ring.
I slowly pushed and entered him and it was a miracle. As his hot flesh
surrounded my glans he didn't flinch, didn't moan and didn't protest at all
just gave a long juddering sigh and clutched the pillow. I stayed as I was
and as he lay silent but squeezed his flanks a couple of times I pushed in
more and savoured his delicious tightness and heat encompassing my oiled
weapon.
'That feels huge,' he croaked and craned his head to look at me. I kissed
the side of his face keeping my hips up and my oozing knob and a bit of the
rest in him. A couple of slow ins and outs and he pushed up onto me a
little and that was my signal to go for it. Placing the flat of my hands
either side of his shoulders I just moved up and down as if I was doing
pressups at school only this time I was sinking deeper and deeper into
willing boy flesh. He'd begun to moan quietly now but he didn't tell me to
stop and I could feel more and more of my shaft slide into his body. he
clamped and eased and the started to push up onto my thrusts. He wanted
more.
I gave it to him. I moved faster and gained just a smidgeon at each
movement but I was opening him up and sheathing more and more of my cock in
his sweet arse at every stroke and he was now pushing up onto me and
started to mutter encouragement, so much for the 'don't hurt me' bit and in
the end I felt his smooth and now sweaty spine against my belly. One slow
and gentle movement and I felt my body on his. He gave a shudder and
experimentally clamped on me as I kissed the back of his neck, I don't know
how I didn't cum there and then but I managed to hold off.
'I feel so bloated,' he said in a shaky voice. 'I'll have a hole like the
Channel Tunnel,' he laughed nervously and gave a little push up.
'No you won't, mind you, you'll be ncie and easy for Sean.'
'Yeah,' he giggled and I felt his bottom clamp again and I went for it. I
didn't go mad but now it was a regular in and out plumbing his depths as
you might say and I was in heaven. His little moans and his movements were
turning me on big time, I felt the heat rising in my balls and realised
that I was going to cum in someone's body for the first time and it was my
little darling Willy's. A kid I had known properly for a mere two days.
'Go on, go on,' he growled and pushed up onto me. That was it, a series of
sweaty thwacks and I felt myself, swell, pulse and then the burning spurts
as my cum chot up my shaft and into his body. 'Jeeeezus,' he wailed and
pushed up hard onto me as I ejaculated my all with my hardness buried deep
into his belly. I felt my own cum surround my cock and it moved quite
freely in his flooded hole. 'That was something else,' he muttered and
craned his head for a kiss. 'I actually felt it squirt inside me... totally
wicked.'
I just kissed the side of his face, fouind his lips and gave him a slobbery
munch as I stirred my limpening flesh in my own spunky mess. It was past
glorious, it was sublime but it was over at least until the next time. I
slid free messily and felt my cum between his cheeks. Grabbing my handtowel
I wiped my cock and shoved it into his crack, rolling him over I kissed him
brutally on the lips sliding my tongue into his hotly wet mouth.
'Now that was a fuck,' he grinned at me with shiny eyes. 'That was so
neat.'
One way of putting it I suppose. Neat... it was fantastic and as sure as
hell I was going to do it again before the night was out. I had to, I had
to have him again and again.
'I think I squirted but I'm still hard,' he moaned and looked at me. 'I
still want to give you a go, you promised.'
'And I want you to,' I reassured him and cuddled his sweaty body. I was in
a haze, he could have anything he liked. he was my little lover boy, I was
bloody well besotted.
'Good.' There was his word again. 'Oh, Willy... the roof's blown
off... good!
We lay there for a while in post coital bliss or a spunky mess take your
choice but boys will be boys, five minutes later he was on the move.
'Can I, can I,' he was humping his stiff noodle against my leg and I was
trying to pretend I was dozing off. He wasn't having it. 'Come on, you
promised,' he wheedled and started trying to push me over intending a rear
attack no doubt. Dirty little sod. I wondered vaguely if he had any more
sweets tucked away and then dragged the bedding up over us, the chill was
setting in. He mumbled something uncomplimentary until I manhandled him
onto my belly and open my legs.
'A special treat for my mini dicked boyfriend,' I whispered.
'What? Wanker,' he giggled.
'Put some stuff on me,' I raised my knees lifting the bedding and then
prompted him to kneel up. I knew it could be done from the front and
bearing in mind he wasn't the biggest stud in the world I thought it was
worth the effort. I also thought he'd shot his bolt in a manner of speaking
but I was wrong. He started moving around and soon got the idea of pressing
the tops of his thighs against the back of mine so that hig waggly noodle
approached the target which believe it or not was my Tunnel of Love (how's
that for camp).
'Just stick it in?' I felt his slippery erection smear against me hidden by
the bedding covering us both and he was nearly there
'Don't you dare,' I smiled at him in the dim light. 'Just do it slowly and
with a bit of love, Dickhead.'
'Mmmmm,' he bared his teeth like he was about to attack the Gates of Heaven
(more purple prose) and I felt his overoiled three incher broach me. It was
no great shock but I felt stretched and it felt a damn sight bigger than it
looked, I groaned and he seemed delighted that he'd made an impression.
'Steady, lover boy,' I whispered as his eager lips came down onto mine. I
grabbed his hips and then held his smooth bubbles as he worked his way in
and began to move with an expression of pure bliss on his face. I nearly
laughed, he really did look so cute and I hate that word. His hot dick
began to slide in and out, he slipped out a couple of times but I pulled
him in tighter and he was OK after that. I've got to say I really liked him
in me, we'd done it and I hadn't taken advantage in any way, at least not
in my mind. I'd done him and now he was returning the favour and I could
see that he was one very happy bunny, he was over the moon. At this stage I
sorted of drifted away thinking about fluffy bunnies jumping over a full
moon but that's the problem with reading too much fantasy.
'Jeez, you are so tight.' That did the ego a world of good. I pressed my
calves down onto his back and he began to huff and ouff as he hammered
away.
He didn't warn me when he came but it may have been a surprise to him as
well, he just squeaked and I felt his three incher jerk within me and then
I swore I could feel wetness and warmth, I just hope he hadn't pissed
himself.
'I cum, I cum,' he babbled and looked down at me stirring his deflating
dicky in my bum. 'I actually squirted,' he said in some sort of shock.
'Well, you're at the age,' I stroked him and let him slip free. A quick
noodle wipe and we snuggled down again. 'You did well, Willy my man.'
'Great,' he snuggled up again. It was over, probably not the actual Romeo
and Juliet job but I was happy and he was as well. 'You do me that way next
time... in the morning,' he sniggered. 'We can kiss and shag at the same
time.'
'We'll see,' I murmured. An early morning bout of lovemaking just what I
needed... what I needed was a bloody good kip and to find out where he'd
hidded his sweeties, I was starving.
to be continued.
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